Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

"You... You are the Blood Dragon Demon Marshal of the Eastern Demon Kingdom? My lord, please leave quickly. Our bodies have already been tampered with. Staying with us could bring unforeseen disasters."

Upon seeing the figure of the visitor, Marlo, the Demon General, clenched his teeth and laid out all the matters at hand.

These days, he had already figured it all out—if he genuinely cooperated with the human cultivators to capture all the powerful Demonkin in one go, there was an old saying among humans that fit well.

When the birds are gone, the bow is hidden; when the cunning rabbit is dead, the hunting dog is cooked.

By then, he, Marlo, would still be unable to escape death.

Since death was inevitable either way, it was better to take a chance and pin his hopes on this lord before him to have some miraculous means to remove the tampering done to their bodies.

Only then would he, Marlo, have a chance to reach the other shore, return to the Demon Realm, and possibly even redeem his crimes through meritorious deeds.

Even a planarian instinctively seeks benefits and avoids harm, hearts of men change, and so do the hearts of demons.

Prior to this, Marlo, the Demon General, had taken his people to hide in the mountains where the Nether Tiger Demon Marshal had fallen, but it was merely a helpless act of giving up.

The harder they tried, the faster they died; it was better to live each day as it came.

By Demon Heaven above, today, he had unexpectedly encountered the Blood Dragon Demon Marshal, whose fame resounded even in the Demon Realm. At this moment, Marlo's admiration for the Blood Dragon Demon Marshal suppressed the fear of the Taoist within his memories.

He had decided to gamble, betting heavily on his life, to redeem his sins.

"You recognize me?"

"You certainly have guts. Are you not afraid of triggering something on your body that will leave you with no place to bury your corpse?"

The Demonkin, with a clump of purple-scaled armor on his brow, looked at the orangutan-headed Demonkin with interest and smiled, his large hand suddenly gripping and making an exploding gesture.

"The illustrious reputation of the Eastern Demon Kingdom's Blood Dragon Demon Marshal is known to everyone in the Demon Realm."

"Rumors say that your foundations are extraordinary, ranking among the strongest in the Demon Realm capable of Double Layer Breakthrough. Anyone of the same realm who has crossed your path has been no match for you, and under your Heaven Shaking Demon Halberd, countless enemies' blood has been spilled."

"Marlo, commander of defeated troops, bearer of guilt. Previously, he was only pretending to work with human cultivators, how could he risk the life of such an esteemed figure from the essence of the Demon Realm by letting you into danger?"

Upon hearing this, Marlo, the Demon General, immediately complimented the other.

At this moment, his voice also trembled slightly, whether he could make it to the other shore depended on this gamble today.

"Good, well said. Though your cultivation is poor, I can help you purify your bloodline, and I am not stingy with rewards. But this loyal and righteous Demon Heart of yours is extremely rare. I am in need of people right now, so you shall serve as one of my personal guards."

"Thank you, Demon Marshal, but the tricks the human cultivators have placed on me…." The orangutan-headed Demonkin tried to suppress his excitement, and hesitated to speak.

"Do you think I am just any person? Turn around and take a look. With my Heaven's Pole Demon Eye, I perceive everything. Those trivial tricks on your body, I have already resolved them for you."

Marlo, the Demon General, looked back and saw that a thin ice crystal, fine as a cow hair, had already emerged halfway through the skin on the back of his skull.

At that moment, faint blood light entwined around the ice crystal.

"Without my help, had you spoken frankly to me just now, you would have triggered the restriction and self-destructed."

"Do not touch this ice crystal. I have already used my methods to suppress and obscure this technique. Hehe, now, the person who cast this spell will only feel as though everything is normal."

"Of course, had you not reported this secret on your body to me immediately," at this point, the Blood Dragon Demon Marshal's face revealed a bloodthirsty smile as he gestured a clap towards Marlo, the Demon General, "for those who are blind and unfaithful, I would stuff their heads into their butts."

Watching the Blood Dragon Demon Marshal in the night, Marlo, the Demon General, involuntarily shivered.

In the Demon Realm, the brutality of the Blood Dragon Demon Marshal was as famous as his cultivation, even more so.

"In this life, I, Marlo, have walked on thin ice. Can I make it to the end?"

Since coming to the Human Realm, a thought that frequently surfaced in his mind rose again. Marlo's spirits suddenly became somewhat bewildered. But now that he had decided to wager everything, he had no other choice.

Everything was the best arrangement.

"What are you still dawdling for, hurry and bring me to meet your companions?" Looking at the somewhat distracted Marlo, the Demon General, the Blood Dragon Demon Marshal was slightly displeased.

If it weren't for his desire to deceive the people of Great Qin and wanted to use this group to set up the Demon Pool without needing to act personally, he really did not want to carry the burden of this group.

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Mount Kutuo, renamed from Green Hill.

Ever since Kutuo Temple had moved its gate here, the mountain had already changed its name.

Mount Kutuo stretched over eight hundred miles and soared into the clouds. The highest peak where the gate of Kutuo Temple was located was especially shrouded in mists, supremely transcendent.

At this moment, inside a Buddha Hall buried within the belly of the mountain,

a white-robed monk suddenly appeared.

He cast a swastika Dharma Seal, which landed on the ground, and immediately an entrance emitting a pale golden glow appeared, deep and unknown, with the quiet murmuring of chanting coming from within.

The Medicine Master Bodhisattva was already no stranger to this scene. He flicked his monk's robe and immediately descended the spiraling staircase.

After traversing one underground Buddha Hall layer after another, he finally reached a vast underground Buddha Hall.

"Venerable, the Medicine Master requests an audience."

"Come in." A faintly aged voice answered as the great doors of the Buddha Hall cracked open a slit.